NaPoWriMo 2
After PAD Challenge 2: Write a water poem.
Singing Beach, July 2009
It is the uncertainty
that keeps me wading.
I step on shells broken
long before I was born.
Give me mussels,
red algae, a hermit crab's home
abandoned in foreclosure.
My watery reflection
shimmers back at me
under the hot July sun
revealing nothing
but a body at rest.
I uncuff my jeans,
let the caked sand fall
over my painted toes,
listen to water splash
and lap as it tells me
what it means to be patient—
how to endure erasure
and fill an empty space
with something more than tears.
Singing Beach, July 2009
It is the uncertainty
that keeps me wading.
I step on shells broken
long before I was born.
Give me mussels,
red algae, a hermit crab's home
abandoned in foreclosure.
My watery reflection
shimmers back at me
under the hot July sun
revealing nothing
but a body at rest.
I uncuff my jeans,
let the caked sand fall
over my painted toes,
listen to water splash
and lap as it tells me
what it means to be patient—
how to endure erasure
and fill an empty space
with something more than tears.
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